I’ve left Kostroma and got back to Moscow. It seems weird that, even after 20 years of living in Moscow, this city still remains alien to me. Meanwhile Kostroma has become almost my home town after only one year I spent there. And here are some photos-

Before departure.

The M8 interstate was not as bad as roads of Kostroma.

The road in 250 miles between two towns took more than 5 hours, and was unbearable long.

And finally I made it there. As always, Moscow meets me with its endless traffic jams.

I feel sad cause I left that quiet town and what’s worse- my friends. So I made a new decision- I will get back to Kostroma again, but only when I do my business here. I reckon it won’t take more than a month or two. And the rest of my time, before leaving Russia, I will spend there, in my “stall.” Only by living apart from the friends one can really understand how valuable they are.